She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6547 | 2023-05-17 19:49:46 | 155.92 | 98.5% |
| 4915 | 2021-10-02 11:56:53 | 113.74 | 98% |
| 4813 | 2021-08-11 23:49:47 | 118.77 | 98% |